HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I am 50 (When did I get so old?) and still don’t have the traditional house in the burbs and kids (by now it would be grandkids) and most adults I know haven’t figured out what they want to be when the grow up. Some people just fake it better!
I love your blog! Happy Birthday and here is to the next 35 years!
Happy birthday, hotness! One thing that my mom said to me that seems appropriate here is this: You never feel like a grown-up. As long as you’re out there, doing you’re thing, you’re in good shape. It when you start to try to make your life fit someone else’s mold that you hit trouble.
I think I might be your cohort. Sadly we’re in different hemispheres. I’m not partnered. I don’t have kids. My dog died last year. I own my apartment but, you know, me and Wells Fargo own it and I’m not living as many dreams as maybe I should because I’m afraid of losing it. I do have a few friends who are where I am, there are people out there like us. We’re not a large group, though, that’s for sure.
For what it’s worth, even if you don’t feel like you know what you’re doing, it looks pretty spectacular from this vantage point. Happy celebrating! Happy birthday! Happy dreams coming true!
Happy Birthday! I like what you said about freedom. I’m 28, and my family is lecturing me about my biological clock and being a spinster and dying alone. You’re right, it is a kind of freedom.
Happy Birthday!!! I just turned 35 2 weeks ago and I think that I am having a bit of a crisis over it, a sort of general ‘blah’ feeling. But also I think that there is this vague feeling knocking around inside my head that 35 (while not OLD) is old enough where I ought to know what I am doing. And I don’t. And what about all the great adventures I wanted to do- is there still time? Time to panic, right? You seem to be handling this slightly better than me but I think we are the same wave-length.
I actually envy you, a bit. You can pack up and go where ever you like when the mood strikes. You can still attack that LifeList while I sit at home pecking away at my house loan, babysitting kids and wondering if they will wake up in time for me to get to the shop, and do we have enough milk for two bottles and breakfast cereal? Grass is always greener, I suppose…
Happy Birthday! My 35th was a little bit of a freak out for me too (as opposed to 30, which was great). I try to lessen the freak outs by thinking hey, someone needs to show people that growing up doesn’t have to mean the same old same old. Though seriously, my knees could stop hurting now, that part stinks.
Paolo
Heck, 35 is sooo far back I don’t even recall being so young, but it must have happened, I guess…
my point being, there’s a sizeable chunk still ahead of you and while not the freshest, it could prove to be the most meaningful one…
it’s in your hands and you do have the power to steer it in the appropriate direction, which is neither right or left, but UP… along with your chin…!!!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I am 50 (When did I get so old?) and still don’t have the traditional house in the burbs and kids (by now it would be grandkids) and most adults I know haven’t figured out what they want to be when the grow up. Some people just fake it better!
I love your blog! Happy Birthday and here is to the next 35 years!
Susan
Happy birthday, hotness! One thing that my mom said to me that seems appropriate here is this: You never feel like a grown-up. As long as you’re out there, doing you’re thing, you’re in good shape. It when you start to try to make your life fit someone else’s mold that you hit trouble.
I think I might be your cohort. Sadly we’re in different hemispheres. I’m not partnered. I don’t have kids. My dog died last year. I own my apartment but, you know, me and Wells Fargo own it and I’m not living as many dreams as maybe I should because I’m afraid of losing it. I do have a few friends who are where I am, there are people out there like us. We’re not a large group, though, that’s for sure.
For what it’s worth, even if you don’t feel like you know what you’re doing, it looks pretty spectacular from this vantage point. Happy celebrating! Happy birthday! Happy dreams coming true!
Happy Birthday! I like what you said about freedom. I’m 28, and my family is lecturing me about my biological clock and being a spinster and dying alone. You’re right, it is a kind of freedom.
Happy Birthday!!! I just turned 35 2 weeks ago and I think that I am having a bit of a crisis over it, a sort of general ‘blah’ feeling. But also I think that there is this vague feeling knocking around inside my head that 35 (while not OLD) is old enough where I ought to know what I am doing. And I don’t. And what about all the great adventures I wanted to do- is there still time? Time to panic, right? You seem to be handling this slightly better than me but I think we are the same wave-length.
I actually envy you, a bit. You can pack up and go where ever you like when the mood strikes. You can still attack that LifeList while I sit at home pecking away at my house loan, babysitting kids and wondering if they will wake up in time for me to get to the shop, and do we have enough milk for two bottles and breakfast cereal? Grass is always greener, I suppose…
Happy Birthday! My 35th was a little bit of a freak out for me too (as opposed to 30, which was great). I try to lessen the freak outs by thinking hey, someone needs to show people that growing up doesn’t have to mean the same old same old. Though seriously, my knees could stop hurting now, that part stinks.
Heck, 35 is sooo far back I don’t even recall being so young, but it must have happened, I guess…
my point being, there’s a sizeable chunk still ahead of you and while not the freshest, it could prove to be the most meaningful one…
it’s in your hands and you do have the power to steer it in the appropriate direction, which is neither right or left, but UP… along with your chin…!!!